
Many of us, myself included, come from a dysfunctional family which adds a lot of weight to the challenges of caregiving. I have read stores on various threads on other topics and decided it would be good to have a thread just for this topic for people to share, vent and discuss.
The idea for this thread originated on the thread named "The Caregiver....How are YOU doing today?"
I have been getting same advice since I first joined the AC family. I just could not see my self leaving my mother especially knowing the negligence. I so often remember my mother telling me she was tired of cleaning up behind me and blowing my mind and realizing that it was a defense mechanism and wondering how one could flip reality like that and if they really believed this farce and how on earth they could.
I learned so much and so many things I never wouof thought I didnt know. I think people think like I do and that is my gravest error in life. I assume blood is thicker than water. I really beleived that.
For me to finally see clearly, and come to same conclusion after so many years is breathtaking and somewhat scary that I took so long to see the l
Surely I have trust issues, and I guess I acutally gaslighted myself. Not wanting to believe the capacity of hate and jealousy in my sister. I still cannot fanthom how she and the nephew can litterallly blame me for everything. Oh, yes my mother did same. But where is the logic in thinking I am backing up the toilets and pipes. Where is the logic in not considering my mother has dementia and all the possibilites that come with the condition.
Now that I have processed the validity of the need to get out of dodge, I need to save and actually find a place which takes me frequently check out housing options in the NYC housing forum. I usually apply for every and anything and fall under or over the limits.
I have faith something will come through and I just pray for strengh untill it does.
I felt really broken this weekend the constant blame for and ridiuculous accusations became overbearing. I had flash backs of the same with my mother and knew the origin of this mode of operation. Its really so sad. But its getting clearer and clearer and all these events strengthen my heart and reserve to do whats best for me and living for mysel
And its overwhelming to see my ignorance and how long it has lasted, how I so strongly subcounsciously denied the reality of who my sister and mother are and who I am to them.
I just pray the truth comes out and Karma right beside it.
Thanks to all who took the time and patience and helped me see the truth.
I dont know what I would have done with out this forum and the wonderful spirts that serve it. Thanks amundo!!!!
Rays of love and peace and grace to all.
Doesn't New York have a state program that will pay family caregivers? I am not suggesting you stay, not one bit. Just curious. Someone on this website a number of years ago was caring for grandma, if I remember right and was paid, according to her 7K a month.
By the time they get here, I'll have the cats in their carriers and we'll go from there. It will be ok. I'm a bit sick with the anxiety of it all but it will work out. One more tough hurdle.
I'm glad that you are beginning to see the situation for what it is. Stick with therapy. Save every penny you can ( and stop paying for stuff in the house!). There is a great forum called Bogleheads that's all about saving, investing and personal finance. You can get a sound beginner's education there;
(I certainly did!)
Good luck with the housing lotteries!
And people would tell me "You're not going to get any better while you're there, you need to get away from the situation first."
And that made little sense to me at the time. I thought I was strong enough, somehow, and that I could fix things and fix myself without completely getting away from the Caregiving situation I was in.
But I didn't start to get much better with any of it until 6 months completely away from all of it.
Putting out those little fires every single day kept me jumping around, stomping out little fires of house repairs, medical issues, administrative mess ups... all of it kept me tending to that, I felt I couldn't just LEAVE, it was too big of a mess.
But the best thing was for me to just leave. I see that now.
You deserve a life that is good, and I don't believe you're going to have a good life until you're away from this situation. Please move forward into your own life, for your sake. Someone else WILL pick up the pieces that you've been trying to manage yourself. Let it go for now so you can gain strength and perspective.
And in order to stay here I had to stay in two rooms, different buildings. Last night was awful, smooshy mattress, just did not sleep well at all. It ended with hotel staff walking into my room as I was packing up this morning. They, evidently, thought I had checked out already. Surprise! At least I had not just gotten out of the shower or something.
The place I am staying tonight is much nicer and however this happens, is $50.00 cheaper a night, a mere $89.00. A bargain! Nice firm bed, kitchen, dining table, even a fireplace if I felt so inclined. It is chilly, but not that bad.
Attended a pre-conference session today on transitions that we all have throughout our lives. There were six presenters that talked about different transitions, all related to careers and business but can carry through to all aspects of life, including caregiving. Afraid of changes, but excited for the new opportunities that they present. I think many of us get stuck. Afraid of what will happen without caregiving not only for our loved one, but for ourselves. It takes an exceptional amount of courage to move on without any sort of idea what the future may hold. Turns out it worked out for me and for Ali too. I know there are others out there, Duck for one, but she is not alone.
Just looking forward to a decent night's sleep tonight.
It it was a cold 38 this morning when I left for work. Tomorrow will be back in the 80’s.
My brother watched the SF Giants game on tv Sunday. He is coming along but will have a long rehab ahead of him yet.
Still at the conference. One more day, then home on Friday. I have run into a few people that I have worked with through my career, nice to see them and catch up. It is a long day. There was happy hour tonight, had one beer then back to the condo. It is very nice! But, again, I am exhausted.
Am looking forward to going home, have even thought about leaving tomorrow mid-afternoon to get home before dark. May still do that. Ming is probably wondering what the heck! But, there is an awards dinner tomorrow night, included in the fee for the conference. Might stay, who knows. Maybe leaving first thing Friday morning is good, would get home by noon, and have a nap, and snuggle with my kitty.
Thinking about going to sleep on the bathroom floor, my legs are cold. Naaa.😉
I suppose we picture ourselves padding about barefoot on Christmas morning looking like the ladies in the catalogs. Then the time comes when something needs repair and you have to endure the wholesale destruction of your floor and then its replacement, which is never satisfactory because if you don't lay concrete all in one bed it looks terrible, and the next house move will involve either radiators or relocation to Hawaii.
I find myself feeling really depressed lately. Dreaming about my dear, departed Mom again. I wake up feeling like she just died yesterday. I'm on the verge of tears all the time. Why am I feeling like this now? I really thought I was on the road to conquering this already and here I am feeling like I'm starting the grieving process all over again.
Why? I did go to grief counselling at one time and it was horrible. I had thought that going to a church based grief workshop would be better and now I wonder why I thought that. The pastor who led the group, and I use the word group lightly cause there were only three of us including myself, was one of these pious people who I can't stand. I've always felt that you can be a good christian and still be relatable. Not in this case.
Anyhow, should I go to another grief group even though it's been over three years since my Mom died? Or is what I'm going through natural? Does anybody out there have any thoughts they'd like to share.
Grief counseling is for whenever there is a time when you think that it may help. There are others that go through similar. Try a different church, or even check with hospice organizations. I was told by one that anyone is welcome.
Maybe you will meet up with the class and go to lunch?
I am just thinking the more you get out, the better you will feel, tears and all.....
any chance of you planning a vacation or little getaway ?
I don't know. Lately, I've been feeling like I'm going to die soon. I don't know why I feel this. I just do. I almost kind of hope it's true. I'm just tired of it all.
But thank you all for caring. Hopefully, this is just a stage I'm going through and it will pass.
I know it's not the first time I've said this, but about the never seeing anyone to speak to and not knowing how to connect - I'm just the same.
Doesn't help that I don't have the dog any more. Or that I haven't worked in a company since 1989 (I started freelancing to fit work round the kids and never went back). But most of all I know it's me.
There is a knitting circle at my local library, once a week. There are reading groups dotted around the place. A man from the local Historical Association pushed a leaflet into my hand the other day. I volunteer at our local hospital, and lots of the other volunteers get together and do stuff. There is a church literally next door. There is a gym, and there is a tennis club, and there is a ladies' weekly cycling group - meets today at a quarter to twelve, in fact, just round the corner.
So what's stopping me? Not a thing. But here I sit, hiding. 'L'enfer c'est les autres.'
How about... I will if you will?!
Yes, I'm that person. Remember the movie Good Will Hunting? I was like Matt Daman's character except without the genius factor. He had trouble finding peers and so do I.
But Countrymouse, you do it anyway if it, whatever is is helps you. Don't wait for me.
" If you find that you're the smartest person in the room, you need to find a new room".
Your cohort is out there, I promise.
I tried to explain to D1 the difficulty of getting myself integrated into groups, and it ended up coming out as "people don't like me." Which of course she instantly rejected, in fact it would have been rude of her not to, but although that isn't what I meant, isn't true exactly like that, the *effect* is the same. I seem to make other people uncomfortable no matter how self-effacing I try to be.
And by the way - you think you're the weird one in the room? You do realise, don't you, that without exception so does every other person there. It's length of membership and the formation of bonds with other individuals that helps them get comfortable.
Thinking back to the large mother-and-baby circle I belonged to, oh so many years ago, I spent the first sessions ready to weep with boredom. Then one Wednesday the hostess started on about her new vacuum cleaner and as I inwardly wailed and literally crossed my eyes I also caught the eye of a woman across the room - with whom I am still friends, over thirty years later. I can't think there is anything wrong with singling out other misfits and forming your own subset.
Also: expectations. Suppose - oh darn, I've missed it for today what a pity - I did go on that cycling group and was allowed to tag along for an hour while six or eight other ladies carried on their conversations. I wouldn't feel part of the group, but I would get a bike ride and the following week - assuming they didn't say 'oh God not her again' - their faces would be that bit more familiar and their conversations might hold more interest for me. I wonder if we're expecting too much, too fast?